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Chapter 3 Worst man in the world

When I woke the birds were twittering, the dawn chorus promised a lovely day. I ached all over and felt like death. I stood up and realized I needed to pee urgently. I peed into the bush I had slept under and the pee splashed back on my trousers and went all over my fingers. I zipped up and moved toward the gate, but before I opened it my stomach lurched and I got an even more urgent need to be sick. I went back to the bush and threw up, retching four or five times before I eventually got my breath back and the urge to be sick passed. I tried to clean myself up as best I could, wiping my hands on my trousers and my mouth on my shirt sleeves. I looked around trying to figure out where I was. Nothing came to mind. I was completely lost. In a panic, I called Spencer on my mobile.

"Spencer, can you come and get me - please" I pleaded.

"Do you know what time it is?" she said. The anger in her voice was palpable.

"I'm sorry. Everything's gone wrong." I said "Can you come and get me please. I'm scared".

It was difficult to talk. I was almost in tears with desperation.

"Where are you?" she said, coming to a decision.

"I don't know" I replied "I ran away last night. I haven't a clue where I ran".

"Is there a street name nearby?" She asked.

I looked around and walk shakily to the end of the street. I read the name off the street sign and agreed to wait on the corner. I waited for ages. The traffic was getting heavier, people setting out for work. I was starting to panic and tried to figure out whom else I could call when eventually she arrived. I got into her car and she looked at me accusingly.

"I'm sorry" I said closing the door

"No" she replied "Keep it until we get home. I can't believe I'm doing this".

We drove home in silence.

"Get a shower. Then we'll talk" she said. "I'll find some more clothes and a towel. Do you realize how much you stink? It'll take a month to get the smell out of the car".

I went to the en-suite, stripped and kicked my clothes in a corner. I then stepped into the shower. It is nice how refreshing a shower can be, the power of the water stinging the skin. I bathed for ages allowing the hot water to run all over my body invigorating me. The water was starting to run cold when I decided I had had enough. I got out and found two towels and a dressing gown by the door. I dried myself and wrapped myself in the dry towel. I left the bathroom and found Spencer drinking coffee in the bedroom. The room was dark and quiet. Spencer sat on the bed. The coffee was fantastic.

"Black with two sugars?" Said Spencer

"Thanks" I said. Taking my cup from the bedside table, I deliberately slurped my coffee, bringing a smile to Spencer's face.

"I think you have some explaining to do" Spencer said.

I explained again about the night six months ago this time leaving nothing out. When I had finished I went on to explain what had happened the previous night.

"The figure that appeared in front of Jason's house. It was him - the boy in grey. He was dressed the same. He wasn't shot. He wasn't covered in blood. Jason saw him too and his brother. Jason and I both ran for our lives. I don't know what happened to his brother he seemed fixed to the spot like a rabbit in the headlights".

"Hmmm" said Spencer thinking. For several minutes she said nothing.

There did not seem to anything else to say.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"You get into bed" she said. She pulled the sheets back and waited while I got into bed. "I'll call you later. Get some sleep".

She pulled the sheets up to my chin and waved as she left.

#

I got up the about lunchtime. I felt dreadful again, but at least I was clean.

I tried to keep things as normal as possible, so I went food shopping. Food shopping is one of life's adventures, and a great way to shrug off the stress of the day. Unless of course it a Tuesday afternoon. On Tuesday, all the pensioners get their pension and head off to the shops. Pensioners are normally lovely people, but when they go food shopping, they are armed with sticks and Zimmer frames. Fortunately, it was not a Tuesday. As well as the normal stuff I bought treats. Some dark chocolate, New York cheesecake, and double chocolate chip cookies. Half a dozen bottles of Chianti that were on offer. Some scotch bonnet chilies, and the ingredients for a Tyler special chili. I also stopped off at a discount store. It sells designer stuff cheap(ish). I bought some new shoes, and a pair of trainers. Pleased with them I went on and bought a couple of tops one size too big, and some trackies to lounge about in. Finally, I stopped off on the way home to fill the car.

I parked the car on the road in front of the flat. It was late afternoon and the usual influx of workers cars using the road to park free all day had gone. I collected everything together and walked to the front door. I unlocked it and held the door open with my foot as I pulled my bags through.

"Here can I help you with that" I heard Spencer's familiar voice. She held the door open while I pulled my bags through the doorway. "I'm afraid Collins and I will have to talk to you again."

Once inside the flat we sat at the table.

Collins began. "Spencer has informed me you could have been involved in an incident last night. Can you tell me what happened?"

I told him everything. I explained about the meal and the club, meeting Jason and getting a taxi home with his brother. Just as I had told Spencer.

"Then we saw the other guy from the incident six months ago. I'm sure it was him. Jason and I ran for our lives. His brother was fixed to the spot. I just ran till I collapsed in the road." I looked at Spencer. "Spencer picked me up this morning. Is Jason all right?"

"We'll have to check all this out, and you'll have to come in to make a statement" Said Collins.

"My clothes are still in the bathroom - will they help?" I said. "Yes" Said Spencer "we'll take them with us now".

"Is Jason all right?" I asked again.

"We don't know" said Collins. We are looking for him now and the other guy you described, though he seems quite elusive".

"And Jason's brother is he alright" I asked with dread. I already had a good idea he was not.

"He's dead" said Collins. "His body was found this morning in a garden. We have reason to think he might be the fourth person from the other incident. The guy who grabbed you and stole your phone and wallet. We found tattoos that match your somewhat patchy description."

"The must have been hidden by his armlets" I said more to myself than Collins and Spencer.

Spencer went to the car and returned with evidence bags for my clothes, donning blue gloves. I went with Collins and got in the car. Spencer came along shortly afterwards. After dumping the bags in the boot, she got in the front with Collins. I felt like a criminal in the back. I spent the rest of the evening at the police station being examined by two forensics guys one of whom desperately needed a shower. It is funny what goes through your mind when they don rubber gloves. I also had to give a statement I thought would never end. Just after midnight, they let me go. I got a taxi home and went straight to bed. I spent a long time, repeatedly going over the evening in my mind trying to think of something I had missed. Eventually I slept.

#

Two days passed. I had heard nothing from Jason, Spencer or Collins. The killing was on the news and in the papers. It reminded me of the incident six months ago. I talked to Matt and Delilah and they helped, but not enough. I needed to talk to Jason.

On the third day Spencer called "Tyler can you come down to the station please".

"Why?" I asked "You guys poked and prodded me for hours last time, and anyway I already gave you a statement. Isn't that enough?"

"Yes" she said "It's not that. We found Jason yesterday. He was kept in overnight while we checked him out. He is distraught. His brother was his only family. He asked for you. Can you come and get him?"

"Yes" I replied elated at the thought of meeting Jason again "I'll be with you in a few minutes".

Spencer was waiting in the reception of the police station with Jason. There were half a dozen other people there all looking rather disreputable. As soon as he saw me, Jason got up and we embraced. We held each other for ages. As we broke our embrace, I realized that other people in reception were talking about us, and muttering to themselves.

"Fucking morons" I shouted as Spencer escorted us to the door and my car.

Spencer looked annoyed "I'd advise you didn't say anything like that again. At least not in a police station."

"But they..." I said

"Just be careful. I may be your friend, but I'm a police officer first. Anyhow you two go home. You have both been through a lot and there's a lot to talk about. I'll be in touch later". She said

"My Brother Is Ian, was Ian" Said Jason with tears in his eyes.

We sat at the table in my living room. Two cups of coffee between us. I held his hand.

"He and I grew up with the other three. They are brothers. They lived across the road. We were all best mates until I was thirteen and they found out I was gay. My brother sided with them and they never let it go. They were bullies, making me do their homework and stuff like that. Threatening to tell the whole school if I didn't do what they wanted. Once they had a party and made me wear women's clothes and videoed me. They loved to humiliate me, but never physically abused me."

Jason got up and started pacing up and down the room while he spoke

"When they left school things weren't so bad." He said "They lost their hold over me, except for violence. I was able to make friends at school and later outside school. I never had a proper boyfriend, but I did have a few one-night stands but that was about it. The problem was they never went away. Josh was the eldest, sometimes when he had a date if he didn't get laid he'd come round and make me give him a blowjob. I wouldn't mind, I love giving blowjobs, but not to someone who had bullied me for years."

"Ian wasn't keen on having them beat up his little brother" He went on "and he stopped the worst of the violence, but then things changed. Josh decided that since I didn't fight back when he wanted a blow job he could get stuff for free from other gay guys who also wouldn't fight back. So they started mugging gays coming out of clubs at night. They also started taking drugs. I guess from the guys they mugged at first but later they bought their own. I knew what they were up to, but I knew that if I ever told anyone Ian would end up in trouble with the police and maybe end up in jail. I couldn't have that. Josh got drunk one night and started getting violent. I told him to stop or I would tell the police about his muggings, everything. He beat me up badly ending up breaking my arm when he slammed the car door on it. I ended up in hospital. The nurses were fantastic. They knew I'd been beaten up and wanted me to tell the police but I couldn't. Josh had made his point"

Jason stopped and stood for a while looking at me

"Then six months ago Josh and his brothers disappeared and so did Ian. I saw the papers and guessed they were involved, but I couldn't go to the police. My brother was part of it and he would go to prison for years."

He smiled to himself

"I was free now though" He said "and I put the past behind me. I got my own flat and started at college".

Then his face saddened and he returned to the table.

"A couple of weeks ago Ian came back and tried to make up, tried to be a proper big brother again." He said. "I should have known he only wanted somewhere to stay. Anyway, I couldn't understand it. After all those years of hurting me he was saying it was ok for me to be gay and he would prove he had changed. We could live together and I could have guys back if I wanted. It even seemed to be working out OK. I asked him to come with me to a gay club. He said we could all go to a restaurant and then go to a club afterwards.

I saw you at the restaurant and overheard you flirting with the waiter. I reminded Ian and his girlfriend Nancy that I was going to the club after. Nancy and Ian started bickering. She didn't want to go. We all left the restaurant without eating, Ian and Nancy quarreled in the street and she got a taxi home. I insisted we still go and Ian went along with it. He disappeared almost as soon as we stepped inside. I think he went off to find someone with drugs. I went to find you. You know the rest".

I could not say anything. I got up and went round the table. Jason got up and we held each other with tears in our eyes.

After a while, Jason said. "They are all dead now so I'm free. And I love you Tyler. I've loved you since the first time I saw you. But I wish I had gone to the police all those weeks ago. Before that even. I could have stopped all that pain and suffering. Josh and the others were evil. They would have got worse and worse, and it's my fault. I could have stopped them".

"No Jason" I said "None of it is your fault. You were the victim. But you are right. Now you are free. You can lead the life you want."

"I just wish Ian was here. I know he loved me deep down" Jason Said

"Maybe, I'm not so sure. He abused you for years. How can you abuse someone as he did and still love them? You have to judge people by there actions. Anyhow, now you can lead the life you want. Do what you want".

"I just want to be with you" He said

"Good" I said "because that's what I want too. Now let's go to bed".

I took Jason's hand and led him to the bedroom.

#

We slept together for the first time. Slept is a bit of a euphemism. He slept I listened to his breathing all night.

I woke the following morning and got up. I had a shower and then went into the kitchen to make coffee. I brought two steaming mugs into the bedroom where Jason was still asleep. I crept into bed behind him and kissed him on the ear. He woke.

"A one kiss morning" I said "That's good. How do you feel?"

"Incomplete" he replied groggily as he shuffled across the bed to close the gap between us. "Your boner isn't up my bum".

I giggled shyly and pulled him close. I nibbled his ear and kissed his neck. I snaked one arm under his head and found his nipple already getting hard, and explored his chest and neck. My other hand slowly ran down his chest. I could feel every rib and his muscles flexing as he ground him bum into my crotch. His skin felt silky smooth and warm. I felt his tummy button and the sparse hairs of his treasure trail and then my hand found its prize. I wrapped my fingers round his hard cock. The soft skin felt like heaven. I pulled back the foreskin and my thumb found his cock head wet with pre-cum. His cock twitched in my hand. I began stroking him gently letting his foreskin ran back and forward over his cockhead. My own cock was sliding up and down the crack of his bum. Pre-cum everywhere. Jason was moaning beside me.

"Fuck me Tyler. Put it in. I need your boner inside me". Said Jason

He reached behind and I felt him take hold of my cock, and hold it out while he pushed back.

"Wait I'll get a condom" I whispered.

"Just do it." Jason replied urgently

"No." I said.

I reached over to the drawer of the bedside table and got the condom, then the lube.

"Put it on me" I said.

He turned over and used his teeth to rip open the condom. He gently stroked my cock a few time, and licked the end. He rolled the condom onto my cock. It felt great when he rolled it on as far as it would go. Then he grabbed the lube, squeezed a huge dollop on my cock and started wanking me. The lube went everywhere. I grabbed him and turned him over. We cuddled up close again. Jason took my cock and held it out. He pushed back hard, and my cock broke through his ring and entered him.

"That's it. Now I'm yours" He said.

I waited while he relaxed, but he would have none of it. Already he was pushing back into me forcing my cock further and further into his tight warm hole. It must have hurt, but he just carried on. I started thrusting slow and gently at first but getting increasingly hard and fast against him, stroking his cock in synchrony. Jason's arm was on my bottom trying to pull me closer. His mouth was against my arm round his neck. I could feel teeth. I fucked him for ten minutes or so. Moving around trying to get the best angle. I was getting closer and closer. I could feel his cock swell. His orgasm was seconds away. I bit down hard on his neck and I felt all his muscles tighten. We both came at the same time. There is no superlative to describe how I felt during our first orgasm together. It seemed to last a lifetime. Maybe seven or eight spurts before the orgasm quietened. Even then more cum oozed out. I had emptied my load inside Jason and he emptied his on the sheets. I looked down to see teeth marks on his neck, red in the morning sun, The marks look angry, but I had not broken the skin. Jason shifted forward and my cock popped out of his bottom, softening rapidly. He turned over to face me. There was a film of cum on his chest where he had wiped his hand and another lower down where he had lain briefly on the wet spot. He held my cock in his hand, pulled the condom off, tying a knot in it and threw it nonchalantly into the corner. He moved his hand to my head and pulled me to him. I could smell the cum on his hand. The sharpness of his unshaven chin. We kissed deeply, eyes shut, tongues writhing in some unknowable dance. It seemed like we were one forever.

Too soon, it ended. Jason pulled off me. He kissed me on the lips and got up. I watched him walk all the way round the bed to the en-suite. I fell asleep to the sound of him singing in the shower.

This is a fantasy, entirely fictional. No animals or other entities living, dead or undead were harmed in its making. The only things that suffered are good taste and the English language.

The inspiration for the story was a dream I had after a night drinking absinth, together was a song by the Plain White Ts

Basically it is a love story, but we will see how it goes from there. These things seem to have a life of their own.

I appreciate any feedback. This is my first attempt at writing fiction and I'm still wondering if it's any good. Let me know what you think. I'll try to reply to everyone. You may write to me via: liveintheshadowsdieinthelight@gmail.com I would like to thank you for reading my tale.